My denim leg is perpendicular to my knee,
I continue a light shaking of my foot.
Its constant rhythm seems to match
me internally.
The couch is dull and used,
with a history of insanity and progress.
It never has intimidated me.
I now sink hard into the cushion’s depths.
His opposing presence tranquilizes
the tangents and tragedies.
My mouth releases words
that first entered the gates of my conscious
with astonishing ease.
I am a balance,
it’s all about the balance.
Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 10:14 AM UTC
My denim leg is perpendicular to my knee,
I continue a light shaking of my foot.
Its constant rhythm seems to match
me internally.
The couch is dull and used,
with a history of insanity and progress.
It never has intimidated me.
I now sink hard into the cushion’s depths.
His opposing presence tranquilizes
the tangents and tragedies.
My mouth releases words
that first entered the gates of my conscious
with astonishing ease.
I am a balance,
it’s all about the balance.
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